Ancestral Hall.
"Elder, there aren't enough seats." A subordinate reported.
The Ancestral Hall Elder's face was stern: "Bring over the desks and chairs from the school, fill the front and middle courtyards."
"There are too many people coming, and more seem to be on their way. Something's not right!"
The Ancestral Hall Elder smelled a whiff of conspiracy.
"Go and urge Ning Zhuo! Why is this kid moving so slowly? He still hasn't arrived, many elders are here already. Does he think so highly of himself?"
The Ancestral Hall Elder knew well: the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for the main lineage.
At that moment, someone suddenly announced: "The Young Clan Leader is here—!"
The Ancestral Hall Elder and others immediately stood up and left the main hall to greet him.
